In Love We are all Intrepid Explorers and Cannibals

In my treasure chest of infinity boxes—earrings made from the luminescent

light of his eyes, scent a cherry pit on my tongue, the freedom to take up space behind my ear,

worship in the temple of my round belly, fingers that glance along the dimple in his back,

his teeth striping electric over, underand between where my ass bisects into cheeks,

he moon tides between my thighs, remind me of hollows between his toesripe for plucking—

universes are open for exploration.

II.

He and I consume one another a curving ouroboros, slick

and primordial, a daisy chainingorganism, closed loop of two,

we claim and conquer in the name of leave forensic evidence on our tongues

savor skin as soft and salt ladenas butter pecan ice cream

sipped from God’s own mouth.

Angelique Zobitz has work in or forthcoming in Sugar House Review, The Adirondack Review, Obsidian: Literature & Arts of the African Diaspora, Yemassee Journal, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, Poets Reading the News, So to Speak, SWWIM, Rise Up Review, Rogue Agent, Pretty Owl Press, Mom Egg Review, and Psaltery & Lyre amongst others. She is a Spring 2019 Black River Chapbook Finalist and a two-time 2019 Best of the Net Anthology nominee. She lives in West Lafayette, Indiana with her husband, daughter, and a wild rescue dog and can be found on Twitter and Instagram: @angeliquezobitz.